Snow-covered land, snow-capped mountains.

The cold wind howled, filling the whole world like goose down, like a lively elf dancing and jumping with the cold wind.

On the inconspicuous mountainside, Wen Chuan completely turned into an iceman, holding a sword on the ground, covered with a thick layer of ice, and the outside of the ice was covered with a thick layer of snow.

Only, a pair of eyes were exposed, facing a snowdrift not far away, where the Xuanling Ice Corpse was buried.

Wen Chuan was motionless, but the more time passed, the more excited Wen Chuan's heart became.

The Xuanling Ice Corpse is about to be born.

For Wen Chuan, in the entire Martial God Continent, there was no magic weapon that could compare to him.

As a martial artist who cultivates the power of death, even the heavy baby sword in his hand is not as good as this Xuanling Ice Corpse in his heart. Looking at this Xuanling Ice Corpse, Wen Chuan even saw the hope of becoming a god, and saw himself standing at the peak of the continent, calling for wind and rain, and countless people prostrate at his feet, bowing their noble heads.

Everything, just waiting for the birth of this Xuanling Ice Corpse.

The cold air was pervasive, and the surroundings seemed to become colder.

The lower the temperature, the more it can speed up the birth of the Xuanling Ice Corpse.

"Yechen, jumping clown, when I get the Xuanling Ice Corpse, then the next action is to kill you, mobilize all your energy and manpower, and kill you! If you don't show up, you will kill your relatives. Wen Chuan said viciously in his heart.

I don't know how long I waited, but suddenly, the cold air of the whole world shook violently, and the howling cold wind seemed to be stirred by a pair of invisible hands between heaven and earth, and then turned into a small whirlwind, converging towards a small snowdrift in front of Wenchuan.

Wen Chuan's pupils, who had been silently paying attention, suddenly widened, and then he maintained a motionless posture, and his heart beat violently.

Looking at the vision, he knew that this Xuanling Ice Corpse was about to be born.

The endless chill was used towards the Xuanling Ice Corps, and on the entire snow-capped mountain, the 10,000-year-old ice stored the chill of the endless years, and at this moment, as if awakened, they all converged towards the Xuanling Ice Corps.

At this moment, she seemed to be the queen of the ice and snow world, making all the chill spin with her, worshipping her, stirring the wind and snow of the whole world.

As time passed, the snow swirled wildly across the mountain as if it had been violently stirred by a stream of water.

Xuanling Ice Corpse, at the last moment, frantically absorbed the chill between heaven and earth, brewing for birth.

The Xuanling Ice Corpse was in front of Wen Chuan, and he could clearly feel the cold currents pouring into the solid ice where the Xuanling Ice Corpse was, and the Xuanling Ice Corpse seemed to be a bottomless pit, absorbing it frantically.

"It's so powerful!" Wen Chuan's heart was extremely shocked, although he knew that the Xuanling Ice Corpse was very strong, but he never thought that just being born would be able to cause such a vision.

"Great. It is worthy of being a Xuanling Ice Corpse, it is really powerful!" Wen Chuan was overjoyed in his heart, this zombie had been regarded by him as his own forbidden body, his private belongings, and the stronger the Xuanling Ice Corpse, the happier he was.

After it lasted for half an hour, the Xuanling Ice Corpse stopped absorbing the cold qi.

"Click!" The sudden sound of the ice cube breaking made Wen Chuan's heart tremble, the ice cube was broken, doesn't this mean that the Xuanling Ice Corpse has completed the previous accumulation, and now, she has been promoted to perfection, this is to break the ice and soar into the sky.

The perfect Xuanling Ice Corpse has finally appeared.

Wen Chuan finally couldn't suppress the surprise in his heart, with the emergence of his strength, the solid ice covered by his body was easily shattered, when he just broke the solid ice, the solid ice outside Xuan Lingbing's corpse suddenly exploded, and a beautiful girl's figure rushed to the sky, a small face was very fair, squinting slightly, eyelashes were beating slightly, looking pure and beautiful.

The Xuanling Ice Corpse that broke through the ice seemed to sense the danger, and his face showed a touch of sorrow, looking pitiful and pitiful.

"As expected, the Xuanling Ice Corpse was born, this is the Martial Sect!" After seeing this Xuanling Ice Corpse, Wen Chuan laughed, at this moment, he could catch this Xuanling Ice Corpse without any scruples.

"From now on, you will be my lifelong fighting partner. Wen Chuan laughed loudly, and his words leaked domineeringly, as if the emperor was swearing his territorial sovereignty, and his tone was unquestionable.

Behind Wen Chuan, Wen Qing broke the ice and watched all this silently, envious in his heart, such a zombie is a treasure that many cultivators of death power martial artists dream of.

Wen Chuan's right hand grabbed the void, and in an instant, the wind and clouds changed suddenly, turning into an invisible big hand and grabbing towards the Xuanling Ice Corpse, with Wenchuan's strength, he could easily crush the Xuanling Ice Corpse.

"Hahaha, come down for me. Wen Chuan laughed after looking at the Xuanling Ice Corpse not far away being controlled by himself.

At this moment, Wen Chuan suddenly felt an alarm, and suddenly rushed towards the sky, his eyes staring closely at the snow below.

In the snow under his feet, a big black sword was stabbed, if it wasn't for Wen Chuan's timely reaction, the sword just now would be enough to stab his chrysanthemum and open a big hole in his lower body.

The next moment, the snow exploded, and a black figure appeared.

"Night, Night!" Wen Qing exclaimed behind Yechen.

The magic sword in Yechen's hand slashed out, and the target was Wen Qing who was standing behind him.

"No!" Wen Qing's face showed extreme horror, with his strength, he couldn't dodge Yechen's blow at all.

"Yechen, you dare!" Wen Chuan roared in the sky.

Wen Qing's head flew into the sky, and at such a close distance, Wen Chuan had no time to save it.

"You, Yechen, you are really looking for death!" Wen Chuan gritted his teeth, the whole person was about to explode, Wen Qing was the leader of the three generations of their Wen family, Wen Chuan also planned to cultivate as the backbone of the Pluto God Sect, and he would be his right-hand man in the future, but right now, he was killed by Yechen.

Endless hatred seemed to drown Yechen, Wen Chuan's voice like a beast roared in a low voice: "Yechen, I will definitely make your life worse than death, I promise!"

Yechen smiled, and suddenly rushed to the sky, and the magic sword in his hand drew a silver sword light. 、

"Hmph, now that I'm bold, I dare to take the initiative to attack me. Wen Chuan snorted coldly, his eyes were full of anger, he held it tightly in his hand, and the natal sword appeared, and then exerted fifty percent of his strength, and slashed towards Yechen with a sword from afar.

"When!" The impact sounded, and the next moment, Wen Chuan, who only exerted fifty percent of his strength, was slashed out by Yechen's sword, and when Wen Chuan flew upside down, Yechen slashed out with another sword, splitting the connection between Wenchuan and Xuanling Ice Corpse.

(End of chapter)